Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1915-07-02 | Page 7 | His Excuse

His Excuse. In his Savannah camp Bill Donovan, Dono-van, baseball manager, had a dusky hued waiter at the hotel by the name of Sutton. Bill had to reproach Sutton Sut-ton more than once for a lack of agility agil-ity in arriving with the food. Sutton, promised to improve. One morning he brought In a consignment of grld-dlecakes grld-dlecakes that had gone cold. "What do you mean," said Bill, "by bringing me In cold cakes?" "Well, I tell you, boss," said Sutton, "I brung them cakes in so fast for you that I guess they hit a draft"